Ring, ring~
Suddenly, the phone rang.
Shen Yibei glanced at it irritably, then his eyes lit up, and he cleared his throat, speaking casually, "Lan Ruowei, why are you calling me."
"Your woman is in my hands. If you want her to live, come to Shi Yuanpo immediately. Remember, you must come alone. If you dare alert the police, I will kill her at once."
From the phone, it wasn't Lan Ruowei's voice, but that of a fierce and malicious man's.
"Who are you, and what have you done to Lan Ruowei?"
Shen Yibei's face changed.
"Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm." Lan Ruowei's sobs came through the phone.
The call ended abruptly. Shen Yibei hadn't even put down the phone when a photo came through with a beep.
Lan Ruowei was tied up tightly to a chair, a dirty rag stuffed in her mouth, her eyes full of terror.
Bam.
Shen Yibei stood up, kicked the chair in front of him, sending it flying, and then hurriedly left the hotel.
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